Wednesday, October 27, 2004

We went to the Bristol Hippodrome to see the stage musical version of P.L. Travers 'Mary Poppins'

Based more on the books thank goodness than the Disney film and with some new songs it was really wonderful. The sets were beautifully crafted, moving about the stage amazingly, with the attic flying down from the top of the house to the stage as the back drop changed to sky. During the 'Step in Time' number the chimneys and rooftops moved across the stage as Bert Mary Jane and Michael danced with the sweeps jumping from chimney to chimney. 'Over the roof tops - Step in time' saw Bert dancing up the procenium arch upside down on the top and over the other side of the arch on an amazing moving plank whilst he was on wires. It must have looked very scary to the people up in the Gods.

Mary left the final time by flying over the audience up into the upper circle with her umbrella, and even though you caould see the wires you still couldn't quite believe it.

The choreography throughout was fantatic mainly due to it being co - made by Matthew Bourne he of Swan Lake with men in fluffy trousered fame. 'Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious' was done beautifully with the orginal Mrs. Corry from the books and her shop with the letters and backchat for sale even though she was all out of converstion, and sentences. I enjoyed the way they made it everso slightly creepy, as the books are, as Michael says, we're going to have to watch her she's tricksy/tricky. Which is true - she is. If I didn't know I'd say a witch. She flew up the stairs without walking whilst she was getting rid of the bad nanny.

We went to the Bristol Hippodrome to see the stage musical version of P.L. Travers 'Mary Poppins'

Based more on the books thank goodness than the Disney film and with some new songs it was really wonderful. The sets were beautifully crafted, moving about the stage amazingly, with the attic flying down from the top of the house to the stage as the back drop changed to sky. During the 'Step in Time' number the chimneys and rooftops moved across the stage as Bert Mary Jane and Michael danced with the sweeps jumping from chimney to chimney. 'Over the roof tops - Step in time' saw Bert dancing up the procenium arch upside down on the top and over the other side of the arch on an amazing moving plank whilst he was on wires. It must have looked very scary to the people up in the Gods.

Mary left the final time by flying over the audience up into the upper circle with her umbrella, and even though you caould see the wires you still couldn't quite believe it.

The choreography throughout was fantatic mainly due to it being co - made by Matthew Bourne he of Swan Lake with men in fluffy trousered fame. 'Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious' was done beautifully with the orginal Mrs. Corry from the books and her shop with the letters and backchat for sale even though she was all out of converstion, and sentences. I enjoyed the way they made it everso slightly creepy, as the books are, as Michael says, we're going to have to watch her she's tricksy/tricky. Which is true - she is. If I didn't know I'd say a witch. She flew up the stairs without walking whilst she was getting rid of the bad nanny.

Torrential rain for the last few days, a cloudless sky met by great big fat raindrops that actually get you wet...nice...

Saturday was the closest I've ever come to experiencing real depression. For some reason I just felt hopeless. I didn't bother to get dressed properly and I sat around knitting all ay alone in myroom in the silence or listening breifly to the radio. Being around peoplefelt like too much bother. The upside is that the shurg is awaiting blocking and weaving in of endswhich is nice.

Sunday was better. Rob and I after church came back here and sorted out the computer for my sisters and then we went off to have a couple - y day.

I went through the ultimate female sacrifice of watching him play football. [Soccer to the rest of the world] Indoors thank goodness so I stayed dry. They lost 10 -7 but it was good match because the Reds played really well compared to last season and they fought and fought like troopers. I was so proud that Rob didn't loose his cool. I felt like a very good fiancee sat there watching him.

Then we went back to his so he could shower and get rid of his footbal flavour whilst I workedout how to get to his new place of work. It's great being able to get in a car and go. I need sort out my provisional so I can join in the fun too! It really felt ike we were going on holiday together, driving across the county in the twilight, looking for signs, following directions. When we eventually found the place I was surprised at the size of it and really chuffed I'd given the directions properly. Full kudos to Robs for being able to follow my directions and drive around Bath in the dark.

When we got back to Warminster our tea was awaiting us and we settled down to eat. For once my better nature did actually appeal to me and even though Rob tried desperately to put the moment off, we went upstairsandfinished off the jobs we were supposed to do like writing down all out suggestions for a christian youth thing that goes on in a nearby town.

Today I got up early [10am! - well it is the holidays] and decided my room needed sorting ,which I shall do tomorrow, when I couldn't find anything I wanted, and then went downstairs to await the arrival of my grandparents. Had a nice chat with them and then i came on here to update with some old poems.

Just had a text from Rob - nice people, nice big desk, lots of things to take in. Hopefully that means his first day is going well.

Torrential rain for the last few days, a cloudless sky met by great big fat raindrops that actually get you wet...nice...

Saturday was the closest I've ever come to experiencing real depression. For some reason I just felt hopeless. I didn't bother to get dressed properly and I sat around knitting all ay alone in myroom in the silence or listening breifly to the radio. Being around peoplefelt like too much bother. The upside is that the shurg is awaiting blocking and weaving in of endswhich is nice.

Sunday was better. Rob and I after church came back here and sorted out the computer for my sisters and then we went off to have a couple - y day.

I went through the ultimate female sacrifice of watching him play football. [Soccer to the rest of the world] Indoors thank goodness so I stayed dry. They lost 10 -7 but it was good match because the Reds played really well compared to last season and they fought and fought like troopers. I was so proud that Rob didn't loose his cool. I felt like a very good fiancee sat there watching him.

Then we went back to his so he could shower and get rid of his footbal flavour whilst I workedout how to get to his new place of work. It's great being able to get in a car and go. I need sort out my provisional so I can join in the fun too! It really felt ike we were going on holiday together, driving across the county in the twilight, looking for signs, following directions. When we eventually found the place I was surprised at the size of it and really chuffed I'd given the directions properly. Full kudos to Robs for being able to follow my directions and drive around Bath in the dark.

When we got back to Warminster our tea was awaiting us and we settled down to eat. For once my better nature did actually appeal to me and even though Rob tried desperately to put the moment off, we went upstairsandfinished off the jobs we were supposed to do like writing down all out suggestions for a christian youth thing that goes on in a nearby town.

Today I got up early [10am! - well it is the holidays] and decided my room needed sorting ,which I shall do tomorrow, when I couldn't find anything I wanted, and then went downstairs to await the arrival of my grandparents. Had a nice chat with them and then i came on here to update with some old poems.

Just had a text from Rob - nice people, nice big desk, lots of things to take in. Hopefully that means his first day is going well.

Small girl
sitting on a big chair
small girl
smell of baby soap in your hair
small girl face in my shoulder
small girl dry your eyes
small girl look at me
small girl be my friend
small girl lose your fear
small girl hold my hand
small girl
I'm a big girl
I know this
I hear this
Give me a hug
Sister of mine

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

I know you're not supposed to have favourites amongst your children but I cannot help myself. Of all my current works in progress, including 2 scarves, a shrug, some mittens and a crocheted hat, I love the shrug the best.

It's knit in cheap Big Value Baby DK by King Cole ltd from my local super market in baby blue. I'm using the 16in 6mm circs i got for my birthday and making up the pattern as I go along.

So far it has bell shaped sleeves from the elbow, then fitted tothe shoulder, with some loopy increasing to give an everso slightly puffed sleeve. I'm quite chuffed. It's for my dance teacher who is always moaning that shes cold.

My lovely fast light plastic circs

It's so long!!!

This is my modified version of the feather lace pattern from http://www.knitty.com'Cozy' shawl on the bell cuffs.

I know you're not supposed to have favourites amongst your children but I cannot help myself. Of all my current works in progress, including 2 scarves, a shrug, some mittens and a crocheted hat, I love the shrug the best.

It's knit in cheap Big Value Baby DK by King Cole ltd from my local super market in baby blue. I'm using the 16in 6mm circs i got for my birthday and making up the pattern as I go along.
So far it has bell shaped sleeves from the elbow, then fitted tothe shoulder, with some loopy increasing to give an everso slightly puffed sleeve. I'm quite chuffed. It's for my dance teacher who is always moaning that shes cold.

My lovely fast light plastic circs

It's so long!!!

This is my modified version of the feather lace pattern from http://www.knitty.com'Cozy' shawl on the bell cuffs.

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

I am gently swaying in the Autumn wind, and I am moderately satisfied.

and yet I feel like a small vegetable. waiting to be peeled, for there is so much underneath her that should be said or spoken or done, but my fuffly skin is limiting me. Won't someone with a sharp knife remove this stifling husk?

I'm not sure what to talk about today. Nothing is quite confirmed yet.

There's promise though. Real true promise. Sometimes you have to focus on a promise in order to keep running. Never say die and all. A half promise is more than unconfirmed. After all we're going to hide under silk and satin and lace and make belive for a day.

It's just another one of those days where I am totally and utterly overwhelmed to death by people, music and love. Like.... a song, a poem, and the way a person sits on his chair.

Maybe we should forget our true bohemian ways and revert to the innocent paradise of chilhood? running laughing skipping with the sly coy easy nonchalance that comes with being 9. where nothing is too much trouble.

Today I feel like a single buttercup in a vast field of pink poppies.
I am gently swaying in the Autumn wind, and I am moderately satisfied.

and yet I feel like a small vegetable. waiting to be peeled, for there is so much underneath her that should be said or spoken or done, but my fuffly skin is limiting me. Won't someone with a sharp knife remove this stifling husk?I'm not sure what to talk about today. Nothing is quite confirmed yet.

There's promise though. Real true promise. Sometimes you have to focus on a promise in order to keep running. Never say die and all. A half promise is more than unconfirmed. After all we're going to hide under silk and satin and lace and make belive for a day.It's just another one of those days where I am totally and utterly overwhelmed to death by people, music and love. Like.... a song, a poem, and the way a person sits on his chair.

Maybe we should forget our true bohemian ways and revert to the innocent paradise of chilhood? running laughing skipping with the sly coy easy nonchalance that comes with being 9. where nothing is too much trouble.

Thursday, October 14, 2004

I had a crappy day on Monday. I had so much work to do and not enough hours. I'd got out of sync with myself and so have been working like a trooper in order to keep up. Today I have so far, three pieces of french left, some art sewing machining, and a dance essay. Let's hope things stay this way. I'm gonna miss dance on saturday to give me a better chance. I'm just sucha procrastinator.

In fact things got so bad on Tuesday that I was thinking of quitting a subject in order to have more free peroiods at school to keep up.

Tuesday night was great though and completely turned things around. Rob, John, Tanya and I went to Bristol to see Delirious? at the Colston Hall. This was only the second concert I'd been to, but it made up for it in sheer coolness.

We had an adventure driving around Bristol as Rob has never driven around it before. We got there, drove past the venue and a car park, got lost looking for one, drove around a few back street, missed another car park and finally ended up in a car park right behind our venue. Full credit to Rob for his city driving! It was amazing.

I love the Colston Hall. It's a triumph of Modern design. Pillars out front all most classical, then inside, bright and airy. A narrow tall space, the balcony comes down instep around the space in a long narrow horseshoe. The front seats had been removed to provide an area for people to stand and 'pogo' or 'mosh' a bit, then the seats behind in a normal theatre fashion.

We arrived 5 mins before the show started. Rushing in , we sat behind the lighting desk for the first half of the show. The supports Taylor Sorenson, and Rock and Roll Worship Circus were quite good too!

Taylor Sorenson

RRWC

Then after a short break with some cute babies on the big screens for an aids charity, Rob and I moved to the standing zone for some bouncing and swaying and singing and laughing and gazing in wonderment. Well I did anyway ;-)

The set was amazing...I felt so uplifted. Here are some of my favourite songs...

I had a crappy day on Monday. I had so much work to do and not enough hours. I'd got out of sync with myself and so have been working like a trooper in order to keep up. Today I have so far, three pieces of french left, some art sewing machining, and a dance essay. Let's hope things stay this way. I'm gonna miss dance on saturday to give me a better chance. I'm just sucha procrastinator.

In fact things got so bad on Tuesday that I was thinking of quitting a subject in order to have more free peroiods at school to keep up.

Tuesday night was great though and completely turned things around. Rob, John, Tanya and I went to Bristol to see Delirious? at the Colston Hall. This was only the second concert I'd been to, but it made up for it in sheer coolness.

We had an adventure driving around Bristol as Rob has never driven around it before. We got there, drove past the venue and a car park, got lost looking for one, drove around a few back street, missed another car park and finally ended up in a car park right behind our venue. Full credit to Rob for his city driving! It was amazing.

I love the Colston Hall. It's a triumph of Modern design. Pillars out front all most classical, then inside, bright and airy. A narrow tall space, the balcony comes down instep around the space in a long narrow horseshoe. The front seats had been removed to provide an area for people to stand and 'pogo' or 'mosh' a bit, then the seats behind in a normal theatre fashion.

We arrived 5 mins before the show started. Rushing in , we sat behind the lighting desk for the first half of the show. The supports Taylor Sorenson, and Rock and Roll Worship Circus were quite good too!
Taylor Sorenson

RRWC

Then after a short break with some cute babies on the big screens for an aids charity, Rob and I moved to the standing zone for some bouncing and swaying and singing and laughing and gazing in wonderment. Well I did anyway ;-)

The set was amazing...I felt so uplifted. Here are some of my favourite songs...

GRACE LIKE A RIVER

Mystery of mysteries
That you could love someone like me
In your hands eternity
And yet you have the time for me
A love so undeserved
You held nothing in reserve
Heaven played its symphony
I took your hand, and you rescued me

Grace like a river
Is flowing down
Is flowing down
Grace like a river
It’s flowing down to me

Staring at my history
Was all alone but never free
The sands of time have let me see
Your faithful shadow next to me
A love so unreserved
I did nothing to deserve
Love so free but what’s the cost
To carry this old rugged cross

I love you, I thank you
I’m nothing, without your
Grace like a river

MAJESTY [HERE I AM]

Here I am humbled by your majesty
Covered by your grace so free
Here I am, knowing I’m a sinful man
Covered by the blood of the Lamb

Now I’ve found the greatest love of all is mine
Since you laid down your life
The greatest sacrifice

Majesty, Majesty
Your grace has found me just as I am
Empty handed, but alive in your hands
Majesty, Majesty
Forever I am changed by your love
In the presence of your Majesty

Here I am humbled by the love that you give
Forgiven so that I can forgive
Here I stand, knowing that I’m your desire
Sanctified by glory and fire

Now I’ve found the greatest love of all is mine
Since you laid down your life
The greatest sacrifice

EVERY LITTLE THING

Everything must change
There’s a mirror showing me the ugly truth
These bones they ache with holy fire
But I’ve got nothing to give, just a life to live
If your world is without colour
I will carry you, if you carry me

Every little thing’s gonna be alright
Every little thing’s gonna be alright [x2]

There’s no-one else to blame
I live my life between the fire and the flame
I’ve built my house where the ocean meets the land
It’s time to live again, pull my dreams out of the sand
Let your world be full of colour
I will carry you, if you carry me

When it’s all falling down on you
You’re crying out but you’re breaking in two
When it’s all crashing down on you
When there’s nothing you can do
There is someone who can carry you

INSIDE OUTSIDE

Inside outside, under my skin
Never ending love I don’t know where it begins?
I don’t know where it ends, I don’t know how high
I don’t know how deep, I don’t know how wide
Outside inside around the world
Never ending love envelops me like a cloud
I feel you in front, I feel you behind
I feel you up above, And I feel you at the side

And you, you’re all over me, you’re all over me
Your banner is over me, I give it all ‘cos

You still captivate me, fascinate me
You still captivate me, saturate me

Inside outside, pulling me in
No matter where I run I know you’ll never give in
I see you in the storm, I see you in a kiss
I’ve been around the world and never found a love like this

You’re all over me, you’re all over me
You’re everything I want to be
I’m all over you, you’re everything I want to see
You’re all over me

You, still captivate me, fascinate me
You still captivate me, saturate me
You still captivate me, liberate me
You still captivate me

Monday, October 11, 2004

Well when your fiance-with a wotsit says " Do you want to go to Hertfordshire?" what are you supposed to say other than yes?

I was in my dance kit. I'd already borrowed his spare room the night before. I had no decent clothes. My thoughts? Triss, can I borrow some jeans!?!?

And the best bit? Triss is a tiny size 10. [That's about a US 6] Yes the shame, my mother in law to be is 3 sizes smaller than me. But... When I tried on her nice size 10 jeans they fit! So Alex is now size 10 too....Alex is very happy and will stick to being size 10. Mainly because Rob like the slinky look....:->

We drove for 2 and a half hours to get to Harlow. Taking in roadworks on the M25, a pit stop for fuel of the flammable and caffine sort and some crumbly bakewell tarts, and traffic, Rob and I were very stiff having been sat in the back. But I tell you, it was worth it.

Romy (If that's how you spell it) is from Tanzania, so she's an indian tanzanian, and she cooked up a storm. This was full on delicious proper curry. None of this thin creamy stuff we get in jars. First there was salad, then lentil dhal, spicy potatoes with lemon and tamarind, basmati rice with pepper and peas, a curried chiken with mustard seeds, a curried lamb dish and some naan bread.

If that wasn't enough, with all the seconds etc... we then had mediterrean swwet made from pastry honey and different types of nuts before Romy bought out an indian puddi.ng with a name I can't remember, made from semolina, milk , deep fried and served cold in syrup. They were so rich and sweet that most of us could only eat one out the two she served, but they were delicious!

What made the evening was the atmosphere. Triss trained with Romy, and the clarks hadn't see Romy and her daughter for 10 years. Another family were there too, Ralph and Viv with their daughters Naomi and Nitikia. Triss and Romy did their nurse training with Viv too and Triss hadn't seen Viv for 20 years and had never met Ralph her husband. Ralph was from Hong Kong so it was a really international evening!

I had a great time talking to all these people, and if they lived nearer I would like to make good friends out of them. They were all very funny, witty, and intellgent, all had interesting stories to tell. Naomi and Nitika are the same ages as my sisters, so I was playing with Nitika and talking to Naomi about pointe shoes and what they do to your feet, as She's just started pointe. Zara, Romy's daughter is studying criminology and law at Canterbury, and she was telling me about her history trip to Russia when she was at school.

The car ride home was rather scary. Everytime Triss over took or went round a bend I would wake up again. rob and I were so tired but kept waking each other up with our fidgeting. I ended up asleep with my head on Rob's lap. Not the safest way to travel the comfiest at the time. We got back at 2:30am. Triss had forgotton the time while we were ast talking and we only left at 11pm!

On sunday at church I kept dozing off...which was terrible and meant I can only remember very little of Mabels sermon.

Well when your fiance-with a wotsit says " Do you want to go to Hertfordshire?" what are you supposed to say other than yes?

I was in my dance kit. I'd already borrowed his spare room the night before. I had no decent clothes. My thoughts? Triss, can I borrow some jeans!?!?

And the best bit? Triss is a tiny size 10. [That's about a US 6] Yes the shame, my mother in law to be is 3 sizes smaller than me. But... When I tried on her nice size 10 jeans they fit! So Alex is now size 10 too....Alex is very happy and will stick to being size 10. Mainly because Rob like the slinky look....:->

We drove for 2 and a half hours to get to Harlow. Taking in roadworks on the M25, a pit stop for fuel of the flammable and caffine sort and some crumbly bakewell tarts, and traffic, Rob and I were very stiff having been sat in the back. But I tell you, it was worth it.

Romy (If that's how you spell it) is from Tanzania, so she's an indian tanzanian, and she cooked up a storm. This was full on delicious proper curry. None of this thin creamy stuff we get in jars. First there was salad, then lentil dhal, spicy potatoes with lemon and tamarind, basmati rice with pepper and peas, a curried chiken with mustard seeds, a curried lamb dish and some naan bread.

If that wasn't enough, with all the seconds etc... we then had mediterrean swwet made from pastry honey and different types of nuts before Romy bought out an indian puddi.ng with a name I can't remember, made from semolina, milk , deep fried and served cold in syrup. They were so rich and sweet that most of us could only eat one out the two she served, but they were delicious!

What made the evening was the atmosphere. Triss trained with Romy, and the clarks hadn't see Romy and her daughter for 10 years. Another family were there too, Ralph and Viv with their daughters Naomi and Nitikia. Triss and Romy did their nurse training with Viv too and Triss hadn't seen Viv for 20 years and had never met Ralph her husband. Ralph was from Hong Kong so it was a really international evening!

I had a great time talking to all these people, and if they lived nearer I would like to make good friends out of them. They were all very funny, witty, and intellgent, all had interesting stories to tell. Naomi and Nitika are the same ages as my sisters, so I was playing with Nitika and talking to Naomi about pointe shoes and what they do to your feet, as She's just started pointe. Zara, Romy's daughter is studying criminology and law at Canterbury, and she was telling me about her history trip to Russia when she was at school.

The car ride home was rather scary. Everytime Triss over took or went round a bend I would wake up again. rob and I were so tired but kept waking each other up with our fidgeting. I ended up asleep with my head on Rob's lap. Not the safest way to travel the comfiest at the time. We got back at 2:30am. Triss had forgotton the time while we were ast talking and we only left at 11pm!

On sunday at church I kept dozing off...which was terrible and meant I can only remember very little of Mabels sermon.

My history teacher was talking to someone from Lebanon.Apparently Lebanon has alot of snow capped mountains. The first people who saw these mountains though they loked like they were covered in yoghurt.So the name 'Lebanon' means 'Land of Yoghurt'

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

Since my homework is going nowhere at all I thought I'd blog and get it out my system.

Firstly, Knitting news.

I'm still working on my cabled scarf for the friends crimbo present, the striped scarf for another friend is nearly there, I've knitted a tiny jumper for a teddy, a bright pink baby hat for one of my babysitting families who have just had a baby girl. I'm also knitting them some tiny pink baby ballet shoes, like maryjanes, and hope to knit a tiny pink ballet jumper in the same yarn so they'll have a dancer outfit for her. Not much time for knitting atm as I'm building up a pile of essays so mmm :-( but I'll get some time on friday when I have to marshall on the sponsered walk. Knitting whilst wrapped up warmly and drink nice hot Heinz Tomato soup! YAY!

I know it's ironic to write about homework when you should be doing it, but I'm going to anyway as it helps to se it as a list. I just typed lust then. Is that a freudian slip?

I have to do:-

Dance essay on Notation vs Film as a method of recording dance.

History essay on life in 1042

Read French book.

Sewing machine the extra figures on to my cling film art.

So I better get on with it really.

Last night was fun. Rob picked me up at 4:30pm. As his rents are on holiday and he's having a week off, he's decorating his room while he has somewhere else to sleep. So far the bed is strewn across both landing and spare room, along with all the curtain fittings, the contents of his ottoman, includig all the cool transformer toys he's saved are on the floor, and there is now a red wall!

Yes we are painting one wall red and the other white with a hint of purple. The red wall is to be the feature wall with all the pictures on. It should look really really nice.

The other nice bits of yesterday included:-

Wearing my new bike jacket when he picked me up. Looking at our shadows you could actually tell it was a man and woman on the bike and not two blokes, because my new bike jacket is cut for a woman. Fitted leather mmmm...

Playing house. Cooking together, dossing around on the sofa chatting, stealing kisses as we walked passed each other, trying not to drip paint on the floor.

Listening to: Humming puters
Talking to: Fran occasionally about goth clothes for her sis
Thinking: I didn't want to go home last night.

Since my homework is going nowhere at all I thought I'd blog and get it out my system.

Firstly, Knitting news.

I'm still working on my cabled scarf for the friends crimbo present, the striped scarf for another friend is nearly there, I've knitted a tiny jumper for a teddy, a bright pink baby hat for one of my babysitting families who have just had a baby girl. I'm also knitting them some tiny pink baby ballet shoes, like maryjanes, and hope to knit a tiny pink ballet jumper in the same yarn so they'll have a dancer outfit for her. Not much time for knitting atm as I'm building up a pile of essays so mmm :-( but I'll get some time on friday when I have to marshall on the sponsered walk. Knitting whilst wrapped up warmly and drink nice hot Heinz Tomato soup! YAY!

I know it's ironic to write about homework when you should be doing it, but I'm going to anyway as it helps to se it as a list. I just typed lust then. Is that a freudian slip?

I have to do:-

Dance essay on Notation vs Film as a method of recording dance.

History essay on life in 1042

Read French book.

Sewing machine the extra figures on to my cling film art.

So I better get on with it really.

Last night was fun. Rob picked me up at 4:30pm. As his rents are on holiday and he's having a week off, he's decorating his room while he has somewhere else to sleep. So far the bed is strewn across both landing and spare room, along with all the curtain fittings, the contents of his ottoman, includig all the cool transformer toys he's saved are on the floor, and there is now a red wall!

Yes we are painting one wall red and the other white with a hint of purple. The red wall is to be the feature wall with all the pictures on. It should look really really nice.

The other nice bits of yesterday included:-

Wearing my new bike jacket when he picked me up. Looking at our shadows you could actually tell it was a man and woman on the bike and not two blokes, because my new bike jacket is cut for a woman. Fitted leather mmmm...

Playing house. Cooking together, dossing around on the sofa chatting, stealing kisses as we walked passed each other, trying not to drip paint on the floor.

Monday, October 04, 2004

I have lethargy of the spirit. I just can't be bothered. I have french questions to sort, I have a dance essay to write, I have art to work on but I don't want to. I didn't even want to blog.

The rain this morning was torrential. Like sheets of broken metal racing down my street. And now it is beautifully sunny. England is such an oxymoron.

The weekend was fun. Although Rob was ill with a sniffle, he slept it off whilst I knitted and we did manage to get to Sarah and Sam's party without too much hassle. Apart from my disorganisation meaning we were half an hour early, but that doesn't matter too much. I did drink, though not enough to get off my head, which is good, as Rob would have probably gone mental. I don't like the loss of control too much anyway.

Rob must have really enjoyed the party as he wanted to stay right to the end, doesn't happen very often. It's normally because he feel out of place because he's that bit older than my friends. i hate the way we have my friends and your friends. I wish we could share them. But we will never be able to because in all honesty, some of the people I know are not the right ort of people to be friends with anyway. Which sucks. Because I like them. It's just getting that balance right so that I'm nice with them without getting involved in what they do.

This week might turnout to be a really nice one. Rob's rents are in Tenerife, the lucky people, and as Rob has the space to take over other rooms, we will be decorating his. 3 walls will be la very very very very pale purple, and one wall a deep red. That will be the feature wall and have all the picture on. Should look really really nice.

If I can be bothered. I don't know where my enthusiasm has gone.

A dear teacher friend of mine, one Kate Lewis has been rushed to hospital. She has a blood clot in her lungs. This amazing woman has been plagued by ill health over the lasy few years. Prayers for her will be appreciated.

Listening to:A babble of chatter from the next room
Talking to: No one, unless a half a text convo with Rob counts?
Thinking:I've lost my muse! (to quote lizzy)

I have lethargy of the spirit. I just can't be bothered. I have french questions to sort, I have a dance essay to write, I have art to work on but I don't want to. I didn't even want to blog.

The rain this morning was torrential. Like sheets of broken metal racing down my street. And now it is beautifully sunny. England is such an oxymoron.

The weekend was fun. Although Rob was ill with a sniffle, he slept it off whilst I knitted and we did manage to get to Sarah and Sam's party without too much hassle. Apart from my disorganisation meaning we were half an hour early, but that doesn't matter too much. I did drink, though not enough to get off my head, which is good, as Rob would have probably gone mental. I don't like the loss of control too much anyway.

Rob must have really enjoyed the party as he wanted to stay right to the end, doesn't happen very often. It's normally because he feel out of place because he's that bit older than my friends. i hate the way we have my friends and your friends. I wish we could share them. But we will never be able to because in all honesty, some of the people I know are not the right ort of people to be friends with anyway. Which sucks. Because I like them. It's just getting that balance right so that I'm nice with them without getting involved in what they do.

This week might turnout to be a really nice one. Rob's rents are in Tenerife, the lucky people, and as Rob has the space to take over other rooms, we will be decorating his. 3 walls will be la very very very very pale purple, and one wall a deep red. That will be the feature wall and have all the picture on. Should look really really nice.

If I can be bothered. I don't know where my enthusiasm has gone.

A dear teacher friend of mine, one Kate Lewis has been rushed to hospital. She has a blood clot in her lungs. This amazing woman has been plagued by ill health over the lasy few years. Prayers for her will be appreciated.

Friday, October 01, 2004

Listening to: the hum and buzz and squawk of music on other peoples earphones

Talking to: billy and reena intermittently

Thinking: Today is a day of transit.

Long long week...it's catching up with me.

All the excitement of the weekend means I'm totally out with all my homework, and working so hard to catch up. It's worth it, everytime I look at my ring I smile to myself.

Today I sat in the canteen talking to my friends about life, love and poetry, running around schoool trying to find a cast list that's not up yet and fearing the moment when in a wedding they do the 'does anyone have a just reason why this couple should not be married' bit.

I don't and do and the same time. I'm so so afraid that people from my past will creep out of the wood work. I know they can't find me can't trace me, will not know anything about it. But it'd be just their dramatic style to do that. Then there would be the pains of trying to explain to my parents who they were. I never told them. I couldn't. Rob knows. I 'd hate to wreck his day because of my past.

In fact. I know I shouldn't be scared. Fearful, what ever.

The wedding is more for Rob than for me. Gosh that sounds resentful. It's not meant to. I don't care how we get married as long as God's involved. I'm more looking forward to the building our life together. Yet rob wants all the trimmings. A white wedding. And no girl is going to complain about that ;-) I think a horse and carriage is a fair swap for walking to the church don't you?

Small victory today. My quiz team won the quiz last week. Mainly due to my knowledge of current affairs. Yay...

I didn't bring my knititng today, because I thought I'd be disciplined and do lots of work. Yet I seem to do more work in between knitting. Currently working on a scarf and a scarf..so yay...I know...but they're Christmas presesnts!

I get to see Rob tonight. I just want to sit wrapped up in his warmth his smell.

Listening to: the hum and buzz and squawk of music on other peoples earphones
Talking to: billy and reena intermittently
Thinking: Today is a day of transit.

Long long week...it's catching up with me.
All the excitement of the weekend means I'm totally out with all my homework, and working so hard to catch up. It's worth it, everytime I look at my ring I smile to myself.

Today I sat in the canteen talking to my friends about life, love and poetry, running around schoool trying to find a cast list that's not up yet and fearing the moment when in a wedding they do the 'does anyone have a just reason why this couple should not be married' bit.

I don't and do and the same time. I'm so so afraid that people from my past will creep out of the wood work. I know they can't find me can't trace me, will not know anything about it. But it'd be just their dramatic style to do that. Then there would be the pains of trying to explain to my parents who they were. I never told them. I couldn't. Rob knows. I 'd hate to wreck his day because of my past.

In fact. I know I shouldn't be scared. Fearful, what ever.

The wedding is more for Rob than for me. Gosh that sounds resentful. It's not meant to. I don't care how we get married as long as God's involved. I'm more looking forward to the building our life together. Yet rob wants all the trimmings. A white wedding. And no girl is going to complain about that ;-) I think a horse and carriage is a fair swap for walking to the church don't you?

Small victory today. My quiz team won the quiz last week. Mainly due to my knowledge of current affairs. Yay...

I didn't bring my knititng today, because I thought I'd be disciplined and do lots of work. Yet I seem to do more work in between knitting. Currently working on a scarf and a scarf..so yay...I know...but they're Christmas presesnts!

I get to see Rob tonight. I just want to sit wrapped up in his warmth his smell.